Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He is my boyfriend, and my date at your wedding.

Anyone who can do this is a powerful witch.

It's OK. Not like I prepared an interpretive dance or anything.

Which is exactly why I pitched lotion socks.

and I shouldn't be bringing up right now, but...

- What are you looking for? - Frankie's invitation.

Can you remind me to remind him?

You sound like you're about to run out there and braid his hair.

Have you checked in with your subconscious?

And I also baked you a loaf of bread.

Spit! Spit, where are you?

Guy is not your minister.

To what do I owe this lovely surprise visit?

- Congratulations! - Thank you. (Chuckles)

- and since then it's just been... - Magical.

I don't know about that poor squirrel back there, but...

I should call her.

- Hello. How are you? - I'll get the book.

So, maybe we could all get together.

Vaginal lubricant. Disgusting, right? Wrong.

Here, get the better.

Dream on. Sol's probably gonna ask you to do an interpretive dance.

I'll lead us off.

Aw, this is love, isn't it?

But it's all good, because she's doing great now, and I got a new desk.

Well, I'm just so happy for him and for Sol.

And it's all a cover to find out why I'm not invited to your wedding.

So are we clear about Guy's role at your wedding?

♪ Stuck in the middle with you

I try. I really do.

Now, of course, we have to find a new officiant.

Very admirable.

I don't think I can. I mean, I could...

and then dying again in a grain silo.

- Great. I love hoagies! - (Door opening)

I like this thing of us saying exactly what we mean.

I set boundaries with Sol.

Right. But then you would have hired me back because you miss me too much.

You hate golf. You only pretended to like it for Robert.

I don't know. I didn't know how.

Then why did you start it?